It Felt Pretty Good.... Aside From The Poops!

I had a show last night, and it was the first one since the 1st round of the competition. I wasn't entirely as sharp as I'd like to be, but that's why I asked to go up before the semi finals, I want to work out any nervousness or kinks. And I did. My set all-in-all was actually quite good.

My set for the competition is 5 minutes long, and when I showed up last night, I was scheduled to do 10. What I basically did was my competition set, which still did great even though it was a pretty small crowd, and then played with the crowd for the remaining 5 minutes. That worked out pretty well and was fun, considering I'll be hosting in a couple of weeks, it was actually pretty good practice.

The tough part was the little things that were adding up to try and shake my confidence. I was kind of tired, first of all. Heidi and I had been doing some housework etc for a good portion of the morning. At lunch time, we went to the Clambake for lunch. We ended up crashing after that for a nap, and a gigantic plate of fried clams just stewed in my belly for a couple of hours. We went out to the movies to see Hot Fuzz with my friend Mike and his wife and followed that up with dinner at Chia Sin. Flash forward about an hour and I still have the United Colors of Benetton in my belly. From Scarborough to South Portland my body decided it no longer wanted to keep any of the food in my lower half. We stopped by the house and I exorcised what looked like a demon made of funnel cakes.

While we were at the club, we watched the show. I was hoping to be on early so I could go home and catch the end of the Red Sox game and maybe the Sopranos and Entourage, but no dice, I was closing the show. While we were sitting there with Dustin, he decided that he'd like to introduce his beer to my penis, and spilled it all over my crotch. He said he thought he might have a spare pair of pants in his car, but I figured I'd try and use the situation to my advantage onstage. I did a little, it was okay. I also got a really skinny kid named Ben to come onstage and almost strip. I told him he needed to finish a joke I told him, or he'd have to get naked for the crowd. I didn't force the issue, but the crowd chanted for him to take it off. It would've been awkward to see, but really funny if it had payed off. It was funny in the end and he was ultimately embarrassed beyond belief. He and the crowd had a good time with it.

Overall my nerves were a little up, but I don't think it mattered because the crowd like me last night. Also I have one more show before the semi-finals this Thursday, so it'll all be good. I'll run my set again and maybe have some more joke at the ready.